Glasgow Wins

Sunday 7:39PM. Portree, Isle of Skye, Scotland.

A view of the wee village.

In the contest of countries. Scotland is winning. So far.

Even when I'm so incredibly sick that I have no voice and a constant flow of snot coming out of my nose. That's a direct quote from my Tinder profile, by the way.

Wednesday in Glasgow was such a happy accident. My Australian roommate and I were desperately trying to find some live music. We heard some music coming out of the Waterloo. And it was karaoke. Gay karaoke. In other words, it was fate.

The lovely Christeen. Hostess extraordinaire.

Long story short, I sang "Alone" by Heart, got a standing O *hair flip*, and made friends with Matt, Tom, and Chris. They took us out to a drag show and a dance club where I performed the traditional prayer dances to my pop goddesses, Britney and Shakira.  

These two were the best.

Clearly loving life.

Oh, and here's my new castle. I'm still working on marrying into the family clan. The Macleods. Apparently they're a big deal.

They have pet seals.